MOTION KILLERS ft. L JUGG Lyrics

Turn me up, yeah

Turn me up, yeah

Got sticks and drugs, don't let the police in

Keep that mask on so they won't know who did it

I don't need no friends, I already know the drillers

Keep your mouth shut, boy, there's a code to killin'

Yeah, huh, yeah, huh, yeah, yeah, yeah

Huh, huh, yeah, turn me up

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

I was right there at the drill, I still don't know who did it

That boy ain't got no heart, give him a gun, he hopeless with it

I spill blood for my nigga P because I don't know who realer

And I'ma enjoy these riches now before I ain't know the feeling

Yeah, watch these niggas closely, they be some motion killers

Huh, you niggas ain't spilling blood, you just be pouring liquor

Huh, I ain't seen my bro for months, he on the road to riches

And I ain't left the trap for a week, I got these bowls to finish

We got dog, yola, strong, bitch, this the golden business

And my plug, he got it all, we got them golden tickets

Just when he think he got away, pull up, let him know it ain't finished

Zap you always out of the country, bitch, there's a code to drilling

Huh, got sticks and drugs, don't let the police in

Huh, keep that mask on so they won't know who did it

Huh, I don't need no friends, I already know the drillers

Huh, keep your mouth shut, boy, there's a code to killing

Pull up with a chrome stick, get your dome split, for them coke bricks

All of these VVs, yeah, they see me, I know they notice

Make it look easy, to greasy, find where your home is

Right when you snoring, we kicking the door in, don't care about the owners

Look, kick the bitch out of the suite, she ain't topping me off, man, she boring

Hoes in the section, see that it's 1942 pouring

These bitches, they whoring, we pop off the foreigns, they wet off the flooring

When we overseas, they drop to their knees, they love when we touring

Shoot. and make a convertible out of the coupe

They know we the truth, ain't no lies told in this booth

Plug switch up the price, he do that shit twice,

My Killy, he got it, he stay with his rocket, I know that he shoot

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

There's a code to killing